Remember how a few weeks ago, I shared about how an issue at work had turned sour, so sour it might have even been antisemitic? Well, last week, on Rosh Chodesh Nisan, a miracle occurred. It wasn't a huge miracle; nothing like the splitting of the Red Sea, but it was my miracle. My little miracle, or Hashem's way of telling me everything is going to be okay. I can't reveal everything now, all the wonderful details and how they interconnect, what I can say is, I finally at long last ...
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WOMS: Star of the Morning
I’ve been reading murder mystery non-stop for a little over a year now. Fantasy just wasn’t cutting it for me. It was all the same tropes, all the same plot beats; chosen one gets chosen goes on quest and saves the world. Of course, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it, but for some reason…I was sick of it. Like, I love Mexican food and could eat it everyday. Almost do. But sometimes I get sick of it and I need to cleanse my palate with either sushi (though, now it’s replacement is poké) or ...
But is it Antisemitism?
The unfortunate hot topic that I feel is incessantly talked about---at least in the circles I'm a part of---is antisemitism. I hope and wish and pray for the day when it isn't talked about at all because it is simply inexistent. However, that isn't the case; not until Moshiach returns. More unfortunate, it is very real and too prevalent and rising, so much so that this past week I endured an experience I have blessedly never encountered, but dreaded would one day come along. How ...
WOMS: A Perfect Equation
Please note: this post may contain affiliate links for products I recommend. If you make a purchase through these links, at no additional cost to you, I will earn a small commission. As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases. It's time to review what I've read lately, and this week it's the next book in Elizabeth Everett's The Secret Scientists of London series, A Perfect Equation. We catch up with our daring Victorian lady scientists at the Athena Retreat where we find ...
Choosing Happiness
Recently, during a stupid fight with my husband, I blurted through my sobs, “I don’t remember the last time I was happy.” Though something deep inside reassured me it was a lie, the thought came from somewhere. After a day or two of introspection, and discussing what it could mean with my husband, I came to the realisation what I meant, what I felt, was, “I don’t remember when my circumstances were happy.” Happiness is a choice despite one’s circumstances. Always is. It’s the ...
